Revenge and Retribution - A Rogue Trader Campaign
So much work and not a peep since November. I feel for you! Carry on carrying on.
I've got to read this(not all in one go... wow) when I get off my phone and can actually SEE something.
Anyone got a word count? Holy shizzle.
Well, based on what Microsoft Word is telling me - 163,194 Words
It's quite a lot of fun to write this up... the lack of comments is fine as it is both a log of the story as we play it (and we play pretty much every week) for the players, and also to remind me of what has happened! Amazingly, nothing will keep the story in your mind better than spending about 8 hours writing it up
But, hope you enjoy it.
Edited by GrothgarI have loved the story so far, and the Ork Bazak most be a blast to have at the table
I agree! My last group had an Orc but he played it more like a classic D&D Barbarian. Bazak is a very interesting character! As are they all!
Looks like I got mez some admirerz, dat is ded gud
This is an amazing story and I can't wait to see how it continues!
Edited by Major Kimenth
And, the session that was just posted is one of the main reasons why (apart from a few specific examples) I tend to have all secrets and dodgy things out in the open... because I trust my players not to use that meta-knowledge to their own gain.
Constantine's player was at the table when the rest of the group decided to sell the Khornate Infused Drugs to Zayth. However, because his character had been grievously injured during the fight with the Iron Men/Daemons, the rest of the group (knowing he would object) decided to do it when he was recovering... thus the Chaos Infection on Zayth was born.
Now, during some of the adventures since, some of the players/characters have slipped about what happened... and whilst Constantine has not yet realised exactly what they slipped about, he did get suspicious enough to start investigating. Then, the High Inquisitor mentioned that people who come into contact with anything like that should be purged... which the Rogue Trader and the Seneschal had forgotten to do... so they rather ham-fistedly rounded up everyone and did away with them... which Constantine had set his acolytes to watching for.
All of which culminated in the scene above where, all the players knew what was happening, but were still acting as their characters... with Constantine single mindedly after the truth and Thelonious, Rolaine and Yorke trying desperately to stop him finding out... about half of that session I could barely make out because of the sheer gales of laughter that were being picked up by the Microphone.
I love my players and my group
Edited by GrothgarSo I have to ask, how are Thelonious's Shorts after that encounter with Brother-Captain Balen Stormward.
Well, funny you should ask... the encounter (from a GM/Player perspective) went something like this.
GM: The Brother-Captain starts moving towards you.
Player: [nervous] Okay... I stand still.
GM: He reaches you and places one huge hand on your right shoulder.
Player: [slightly more nervous] I'm blessed!
GM: Lightning Claws extend from his gauntlet
Player: [in a voice a few octaves higher] Still... Blessed!
The Brother Captain then declares him a Brother for his stalwart actions against the forces of the Ruinous Powers
Everyone Else: [Absolute Gales of Laughter]
So, never mind Thelonious... his player was getting pretty nervous as well
Edited by GrothgarAnnoncement
A Big congrats to our GM Grothgar who has just become a Dad for the 1st time.
Obviously this will delay the next update slightly however after a brief adjustment period we are hoping to keep up with the adventures of House Deepstaker.
Please bear with us whilst we get back into things and forgive any irregular scheduling in the mean time.
As ever, thanks for reading,
Major Kimenth
I almost cried when I thought Bazak was dying
Glad to see he has a new pet
Chapter 56 – Going to Hell in a Handshake
The fight seemed to have a similar rhythm to last time, with the command crew planting ordinance into the Necron and the Necron soaking it up and attacking them back, but this time the Necron was not moving faster than they could see and any damage they inflicted on it seemed to stick. Despite that, this Guardian of the Heart Chamber was probably the toughest being that they had encountered and, even with its unfair advantage neutralised, and with the Astartes Bolt Pistols, the fight was a struggle. Mistress Valentina tried to encompass the Necron in a field of force to stop it moving, but that was denied. Commander Rolaine fired shot after shot into the being but, even with the power of the Bolts, the damage seemed to be minimal. Isendark, Yorke and Bazak were more dangerous in close quarters, and it would stop the Necron using its disintegration beam on them… they all charged in and laid about them with their Zaythian Warblade, Thunder Hammer and Power Klaw, causing scratches and burn marks all over its body. The Necron, however, had been biding its time, and launched into a rapid attack against Yorke that almost took her down, the Phase Scythe cutting through her Conversion field like it was not there.
Thelonious found his aim compromised by the whirlwind of combat that was going on in front of him, and was thankful to the God-Emperor that Yorke’s conversion field appeared to be functioning, as his mass reactive bolt round bounced off her protection. Constantine was taking a more cerebral approach to the combat… he had seen what happened the last time they tried to kill the Necron and had decided to make his way around the chamber to the chair that the Necron had been sitting on… as he got closer he could sense reality being warped around him and, focussing his willpower, saw through the illusion. The “chair” was actually a cryogenic chamber of some kind and Constantine could see it pulsing in time with the Necron’s attacks… he kept studying it whilst readying his Witch Lance. It was around this time that Mistress Valentina and Thelonious became aware of something else… at the top of the chamber, made visible to those who could see such things, were 4 separate colours that were coalescing into one, and they both knew what this meant! The combat continued with Bazak and Yorke doing hit and run attacks on the Necron whilst Isendark took it on toe to toe.
This proved to be spectacularly unwise when the Necron turned its attention to Isendark, putting together a grouping of attacks that even the Agile Master Pilot could not hope to dodge, and as the Phase Scythe sliced through his limbs, only his unwillingness to die kept him on his feet. Constantine started wailing on the cryogenic chamber with his Witch Lance, slicing through cables and denting the organic metal structure, but he became careless with his attacks and his Witch Lance slipped from his grasp and flew through the air to land on the other side of the room... and Constantine realised that the Necron was looking directly at him. Rolaine had been curious as to why Constantine was attacking a piece of furniture, it seemed slightly out of character for the Missionary, and quickly changed to her Inferno Pistols and fired them at the “chair.” Constantine was quite surprised when a blast of superheated air came past him and melted part of the inner workings of the chamber… which also had the helpful side effect of dropping the illusion… to everyone else the cryogenic chamber now appeared as just that… and the Necron was now focussed on Rolaine, whilst also starting to shimmer slightly.
The shimmering turned out to be a localised teleport, as the Necron vanished and appeared next to Commander Rolaine, its weapon a blur as it cut into her chest and only her preternatural reflexes saved her from being completely impaled, but the wound was a deep one and the blood splattered across the Necron. This change on the battlefield was sudden and unexpected, but the command crew reacted well, with Mistress Valentina summoning a psychokinetic shield that covered herself and Rolaine and Thelonious drawing his Mirrorswords and slicing into the Necron. His attacks were fast and accurate and the chamber sang to the sound of metal hitting metal, the power field of the Mirrorswords cutting into the Necron… although, again, it did not seem to feel pain so Thelonious was unsure about how much damage he was actually causing. With the affect that Constantine and Rolaine had caused by damaging the cryo chamber, the command crew started trying to turn their attention to it, with Yorke picking up the Witch Lance and, with eagle eyed accuracy, throwing it directly into the chamber, causing damage and allowing Constantine to recover his weapon and continue his attacks.
The coup-de-grace came from Bazak, however who, after a shouted warning which caused Constantine to roll, duck and cover (as informed at all schools in the Imperium), then hosed down the chair with his Heavy Bolter. Each mass reactive bolt shell exploding against the casing and the vulnerable inner workings and, at the end, all that was left was a pile of rubble. However, the Necron was still standing, although it appeared even more insubstantial the more damage that the chamber suffered, whilst still feeling particular solid when it was hit. The Necron continued to attack Commander Rolaine and cut deep into the flesh of her arm, although the sheer power of the hit was somewhat compensated for by the shield that Mistress Valentina had summoned from the Warp… in fact, she might have died had it not been there! Mistress Valentina’s attention was also elsewhere, as the swirling eddies of the Warp that she had noticed before had coalesced into a colour and shape that she knew well, and appeared to be seeping down the walls and she knew that the Entity was going to be appearing soon… she informed the Captain of this and a new sense of urgency took hold.
Commander Rolaine, dodging for her life and with a damaged arm, decided to end the combat by completely ignoring the monster that was probably going to kill her and aiming at the remnants of the chamber… and her doubled shot of Bolts smashed into the ruins of the chamber and apparently hit something of import. There was a massive electrical charge that passed through the room and then contracted in on itself, pulling the Necron (who was just about to apply the killing blow) back to wherever it came from. With the threat of the Necron monster gone, or so the command crew fervently hoped, they were now faced with the choice about what to do about the emerging entity. Yorke and Isendark had already set the warhead timer before Rolaine and Thelonious called them over to actually discuss their options, because they didn’t think that blowing up the Dragon was the best plan, given what had happened in the future. This was especially prevalent given that everyone in the room could now feel something of the “other” that was growing, that there was something that was trying to access their reality. An Entity that would probably be intelligent enough to disarm the warhead if they were not here to “greet” it.
It was Thelonious who came up with the plan that could only be described as mad… with his knowledge of the profane and his experience with Daemons and research into such forbidden topics, he thought that there was a way to quicken the entities entry into realspace. Whilst the rest of the command crew, and Constantine especially, was taking in this crazy plan, Yorke was using Isendarks Powerboard to move to the heart and then created a crack in the structure, before draining some of the greenish liquid into some flasks… after all, whilst they didn’t know what this was, it was probably going to be incredibly valuable to certain people. Bazak tried its own solution, shouting challenges whilst setting off stinkbomz around the outside of the chamber, which it stopped when it realised that Asha, who had been left outside the chamber, had started projectile vomiting… the poor girl not being resistant to the horrific smell in any way. Constantine, as expected, was completely against any Daemon summoning, after all, they didn’t know whether summoning it earlier would disrupt it, or help it to come into being and destroy reality. An impassioned argument from Thelonious, about how this was about the Expanse, not them, did seem to bring him around though.
With the command crew contemplating something that they never thought they would do, willingly bringing a Daemon into their presence, Thelonious contacted the Storm Wardens and informed them that they had detected a Daemonic presence was going to be amongst them soon and if they could spare time to help, that would be great! Obviously, he didn’t mention why the Daemon was going to be here soon, but he did manage to convince them to come, although the fact that the Brother-Captain indicated it would take around 30 minutes to reach them meant that they might arrive too late. However, as Thelonious reasoned, he would rather have the Storm Wardens to arrive to finish off what they started than the entity consuming the Necron Dragon and destroying the Expanse. It turned out, in a degree of cosmic coincidence that only Thelonious, Constantine and Yorke (the three souls) had the knowledge to perform the summoning ritual and, though there was a degree of disquiet about what they were about to attempt, all three of them realised that, sometimes, sacrifices had to be made and, at least this way they could spread the corruption amongst them, rather than someone damning their soul for all time.
Rolaine and Mistress Valentina offered to keep a lookout for the Astartes/Necrons/any other gribblies that might come along and stepped out of the chamber, although not before the ritual had been started, and not before Bazak and Isendark had used that distraction to leave the room before them… they had a Leman Russ to find! They quickly moved through the corridors of the Dragon, using Orkish Kunnin’ and Isendarks Instinct to try and find the Tank… and, amazingly, it worked! They managed to find the Tank in a side chamber and get it operational… in their mind it was justified to do this as they knew that the Tank would be very useful in combating the Entity and was nothing to do with Isendarks unhealthy attachment to the machine, they just had to get back in time.
Meanwhile, Thelonious, Constantine and Yorke had started the ritual, hateful syllables flowing from their mouths as parts of their souls were damned and siphoned off with those very same words. Minute by minute passed as they shouted out the despicable words and phrases, sweat beading on their foreheads, blood filling their mouth only to be replaced as they spat it out, and a sensation of just being dirty almost overcoming them.
As one of them would hit their limit about what they could say, one of the others would come in and continue the summoning ritual, with none of them knowing whether this would work, or whether it would be damning them for nothing. As more minutes tiptoed by, the three found their very souls blackening but, after 12 minutes that felt like as many hours, something Thelonious said obviously had an effect as a tear appeared in the fabric of reality. It slowly spread down realspace until it looked like they were looking through a mirror, and then the Entity stepped through, slowly, full of portent, looking like a smaller version of the gigantic form they had seen before, but still towering over them. Whilst Commander Rolaine and Mistress Valentina started getting into defensive positions just outside the chamber and the sound of Daemonic cackling filled the air, Thelonious remained calm, as the Entity fully came into reality. The Daemon was, however, curious as to why three of its worst enemies, the three souls it wanted to devour, had hastened its summoning and asked that very question.
Even though the mere sound of the Daemon talking was enough to make each of the three want to vomit and cry and otherwise regress back to a time in their life where they hadn’t done this, Thelonious managed to keep his nausea under control and, to the amazement of the rest of the command crew, actually kept the Daemon talking with him… and without giving anything away. The Daemon was curious as to why they had summoned it, after all, if they now wanted to serve the Ruinous Powers then that was a massive win for the Entity… it was arrogant in its superiority that it could toy with them as much as they wanted. Because of this, Thelonious, Constantine and Yorke were able to delay the Daemon for a few minutes by talking about their experiences in the future, about how the Daemon had been triumphant and that had led them to search for whether they were on the right side in the conflict! The Daemon was greedy for their very souls and so was mostly blind to their deception, but Rolaine and Seri were still confused as to what the end game could be.
Eventually, however, the Daemon’s patience started to evaporate and Thelonious was left with a choice about what to tell the Daemon, and about which side to choose. Reaching deep into himself, Thelonious informed the Daemon that they were going to join its side, a complete and utter lie but spoken with the conviction of the damned and the heartfelt way he said it made the Daemon step back a little, a look of curiosity on all of its faces. However, the Daemon was no fool and so it required an act of faith from the three of them, one that showed that they were on the side of the Ruinous Powers. Thelonious thought quickly and then opined that each of them would come up and shake the Daemons’ hand, therefore sealing the bargain and meaning that they would be damned by association… and if they were not heartfelt, then the Daemon would know and would destroy them. It was Constantine who accepted the first “handshake” from the Daemon and the Entity, blinded by greed for these three souls and its own arrogance at knowing it was victorious, almost leapt on the Missionary, so keen was it to devour the Soul of Purity.
It realised its mistake as soon as Constantine clamped down on one of the Daemon’s appendages and unleashed the pure power of the God-Emperor, directly into the Entity. The Daemon screamed a scream of terror and horror as it felt its flesh dissolve under the pure bright power that was streaming out of Constantine. The Daemon began to thrash, its arms and legs swinging at the Missionary, who was hanging on for dear life, only to find that Thelonious and Yorke were there, keeping the limbs from damaging Jonas Constantine, High Cardinal of the Koronus Expanse and they could see the Daemon was losing its grip on reality. As the mighty power of the God-Emperor swept through the Entity, dissolving the body it had claimed, the Daemon began shouting curses at the three of them, all the while getting weaker and weaker, whilst still denying that any mere mortal could hold such power until it said one last thing and then vanished back into the Warp.
Daemon: “I curse the Deepstalker House. It will suffer 1,000 years of misfortune and destruction by those who follow me. I will be back to have my revenge!”
Thelonious: “Yeah, well join the club!”
Constantine stayed upright until the Daemon was fully purged from realspace, the glow coming from him proving quite difficult to look at and then, his duty performed, the glow faded and he looked at Thelonious, before keeling over, face first, onto the floor. As Thelonious and Yorke rushed to their friend, and Mistress Valentina and Rolaine ran into the room, the sound of a Leman Russ entered the chamber and Isendark came barrelling through into the doors, Bazak looking out from the top and traversing the main gun around, looking for a target.
Bazak: “Wot we miss Bossz?!?”
With Constantine back on his feet, unsteady but unharmed by the contact with the Daemon, it was another minute or two until the Storm Wardens turned up, entering the room in combat formation, only to find that there was nothing that needed killing. The explanation of “the High Cardinal banished it” was, unsurprisingly, not really believed and the Librarian stepped up to Thelonious, asking permission to ruffle through his memories to see what really happened. Thelonious, who had a lot of experience with Astropaths, Psykers, Rogue Psykers and Sorcerers through his long career, had developed many mental defences to protect himself, but he knew that the Librarian would be able to brute force his way through most, if not all, of them. So, as with so many things in his life, he employed a strategy of misdirection, ‘thinking’ of hiding the fact that they had conversed with the Daemon and not thinking, at all, of the fact that they had been the ones to summon it. As the Librarian stood back, a look of slight shock on his face, Thelonious wondered if that was it, whether they were about to be executed by the Storm Wardens.
As the Librarian informed Brother-Captain Balen Stormward of what had happened, Thelonious breathed a sigh of relief, the Librarian had taken the bait… and whilst there were stern looks of disapproval from some of the Storm Wardens, they couldn’t argue with the results… that sort of deception was somewhat alien to them, but they could see how successful it had been… they had managed to banish something akin to a minor Chaos God! With the Daemon destroyed, and the Cyclonic Torpedo Warheads still ticking down, the Storm Wardens and the command crew entered or hung onto the outside of the Leman Russ as Isendark piloted it through the corridors, following the instructions of the Brother-Captain as he directed him towards the Thunderhawk Gunship. As they boarded the Gunship, Thelonious carrying a crying Asha with him, they all gathered to look as they flew back to the Battle Barge, all ships having been given the order to scatter and, as they reached the Battle Barge, they could see explosions ripping the Necron Dragon apart… with the corpse of the Dragon then being destroyed in detail over the next few days by the Imperial Fleet… Thelonious felt like they had changed the future with this victory, although he couldn’t quite remember why he felt like that…